#spencer wright

This is a Spencer x Billy plus Miss Blah Blah fanfiction.

Previous chapters - Part 1 Part 2

Part 3

"This is why dead people shouldn't date."

Spencer nudged Billy’s shoulder gently. "Sometimes closure isn't because you stopped loving someone. Sometimes you need closure because you did love them."

Billy slowly looked at him. The room fell utterly silent.

Their gazes softened, lingering just a little too long. Neither of them said it aloud, but the unspoken desire to kiss hung heavily between them. The fragile moment broke when Spencer whispered,

"Billy..."

Outside the half-open backstage door, Joanne stood frozen.

"...Billy?"

Both boys jumped violently. Spencer nearly tumbled off the speaker boxes.

Joanne frowned, stepping fully into the room. "Who were you talking to?"

Panic flared in Billy’s eyes instantly. “DON'T SAY IT,” he mouthed desperately.

Spencer’s gaze flicked back and forth between the two. Taking a sharp, steadying breath, he decided to plunge right in.

"Okay. This is gonna sound completely insane. Actually, Miss Blah Blah... I can see ghosts."

Joanne stared at him in dead silence before bursting into a confused, mocking laugh. "Oh, my stars! That's your excuse for talking to yourself?!"

Billy subtly exhaled a massive sigh of relief.

Spencer’s tone dropped, becoming entirely serious. "Please, take this seriously."

"Hahaha, what next?" Joanne scoffed, wiping a tear of laughter. "Is there a haunted makeup artist standing behind me, too?"

Spencer snapped. "JOANNE."

The laughter died instantly. The sudden tension in the room grew suffocatingly heavy.

The woman's expression slowly morphed from amusement to shock. "...What did you just call me?"

Spencer froze, realizing his mistake.

"Nobody knows that name except my family, my manager, and..." Joanne’s voice dropped to a trembling whisper. "How do you know that name?"

Spencer glanced toward Billy. The ghost looked utterly horrified, his translucent hands shaking.

"Because... I heard Billy mention it," Spencer passed the truth quietly.

"Stop joking," Joanne whispered, her defensive walls fracturing.

"I'm not joking."

Tears slowly welled in her eyes, threatening to spill. "STOP THIS!" She wrapped her arms around herself, swallowing shakily.

"I'm sorry..." Spencer looked down, feeling the weight of her grief.

"What color was my first guitar?" she murmured suddenly.

Spencer blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?"

"If you want me to trust you, answer me," Joanne demanded, her voice cracking. "Only Billy knows."

Spencer looked at the ghost for guidance.

"Pink," Spencer repeated the word quietly.

Joanne's breath hitched.

"The ugliest thing I've ever seen," Spencer continued, channeling Billy's exact phrasing.

A broken, breathless laugh escaped Joanne's lips. "Ha... haha... Yet he bought it for me anyway."

The room fell silent once more. Then, softly, she called out into the empty air, "Billy?"

The ghost froze, his heart aching.

"Are you really here? I... Can I see you? Can I talk to you?"

Billy reached out, but his hand passed right through her shoulder. He couldn't answer.

Spencer looked down at his chest. He grabbed his guitar pick necklace, unclasped it, and gently held it out toward her trembling hand.

"This belonged to him, right?"

Joanne stared at the plastic wedge resting in Spencer's palm. "...His guitar pick. He designed it with his own face on it. He looked so dumb."

Spencer gently placed it into her hand. "Now, don't freak out. Once you touch it, you'll be able to see him."

The moment the metal chain brushed her skin, the air shimmered. A faint silhouette slowly solidified into a solid form. There was the familiar raven hair, the worn leather jacket, and that exact, stupidly smug face she had loved for years.

Joanne's breath completely stopped.

Billy looked equally overwhelmed, his cool eyes bright with unshed tears. "...Hey, Jo."

The woman immediately burst into a sob. "Oh my God..."

Billy panicked instantly, waving his hands around. "WAIT, WAIT! DON'T CRY—"

Joanne lunged forward, tackling him into a crushing, desperate hug.

Billy stumbled backward in shock, his arms flailing before winding tightly around her waist.

"You IDIOT!" she sobbed into his shoulder, burying her face in the leather. "YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!"

Billy buried his face in her hair, closing his eyes tightly. "...Yeah. I know."

Spencer quietly smiled to himself, picking up his camcorder from a nearby chair. "Aaaaand that's my cue."

Billy glanced over her shoulder, meeting Spencer's eyes. "...Thanks, Spencer."

Spencer gave him a warm, supportive smile. "Don't waste it."

With that, Spencer quietly slipped out of the backstage room, clicking the door shut behind him. The hallway outside suddenly felt strangely quiet without Billy's constant, energetic yapping. Spencer leaned his head back against the wall and exhaled a long, soft breath.

Inside the dressing room, neither Billy nor Joanne let go. Years of agonizing grief sat between them. Years of unsaid words and lingering questions.

Eventually, Joanne pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands trembling against his jacket lapels. "...Why?"

Billy's confident expression weakened immediately. "...Jo."

Tears streamed down her cheeks again. "Why did you leave me like that? Without a word?"

Billy looked away, guilt heavy on his features. "I'm sorry."

"I was scared... I was so scared that I might end up hurting you."

"You did," she cried out.

Billy stared at her, his ghostly eyes welling up.

"You're stupid," Joanne whispered fiercely.

Billy rubbed his forehead, exhaling a shaky breath. "I was... under so much pressure."

"From who?"

Billy's composure finally cracked. "...My agency."

Silence blanketed the room. Joanne’s brow furrowed. Deep down, she had always suspected the label had a hand in their sudden breakup, but it had only fueled her anger that he died so soon after their contract ended.

Billy sighed heavily, sitting down on the edge of the makeup table. The ghost rubbed his face tiredly. "They hated us together."

Joanne looked heartbroken as she stepped closer.

Billy laughed bitterly. "Apparently, Beverly’s favorite rockstar dating a rockstar with a 'controversial image' wasn't good for business. They told me you were ruining my reputation." He looked up at her, his voice dropping to a whisper. "They kept threatening to pull my contracts. Cancel tours... Hell, they even told me the fans would stop loving me if I stayed with you."

Joanne whispered softly, "...So you believed them?"

Billy’s head snapped up. "No!" His voice was firm, fiercely protective. "I believed you'd get hurt. You were already getting harassed online because of me. Paparazzi were following you everywhere. The rumors, the death threats... I couldn't stand watching it happen. It was killing me."

Joanne slowly sat down on the chair beside him. "So instead..." her voice cracked, "...you broke my heart."

Billy shut his eyes tightly. "...Yeah."

An exhausted sadness filled the room. Joanne looked down at the custom guitar pick resting in her palm. "You know what hurt the most, Billy?"

Billy glanced at her quietly.

"You didn't even let me choose," she said, wiping a fresh tear from her cheek. "You made the decision for both of us."

Billy looked genuinely guilty, his shoulders slumping. "...I know." He laughed weakly, a self-deprecating sound. "That's exactly why I left. You loved me too much. You would have endured all of it just to stay by my side."

The woman suddenly smacked his shoulder hard.

"Oww?!" Billy wheezed.

"You don't get to decide what's best for me, idiot!" Joanne scolded.

Billy blinked in surprise. Then, for the first time that night, a genuine, booming laugh escaped him. Joanne started laughing too, her shoulders shaking through her tears.

God, they had missed each other.

"Look at you... you're kinda old now," Billy teased gently, reaching out to brush a stray tear from her cheek.

"And you look exactly the same as the day we first met," Joanne replied softly.

Outside in the corridor, Spencer sat quietly on the floor, hugging his knees against his chest. Through the door, the muffled, beautifully sorrowful voices of his boyfriend and his boyfriend's past lover drifted out. They began to sing, their voices harmonizing perfectly, echoing a melody they both knew by heart.

A small, bittersweet smile rested on Spencer's face. Even if his chest twinged with a little ache, he was incredibly glad Billy finally got to say goodbye properly.

Inside, Billy whispered the final line of their favorite song. "My smile gives you butterflies, gives you butterflies..."

The room fell quiet once more. Joanne looked at him carefully, searching his eyes. "Are you happy?"

Billy blinked, his gaze softening as a genuine, radiant smile spread across his face. "Yeah. I am."

"With that boy?..." Joanne noticed the shift instantly.

Billy nodded. Joanne smiled warmly in return. "I haven't seen you smile like this in years."

Soon after, Spencer knocked gently and stepped back into the room, breaking the heavy atmosphere with an awkward smile. "Filming's wrapped up for the night."

Billy immediately floated over, slinging a heavy, translucent arm around Spencer's shoulders. "Oh yeah. This idiot's my boyfriend now."

Spencer nearly choked on his own breath, his face flushing crimson.

Joanne simply smiled, her eyes crinkling with genuine happiness. "I can see that."

The lingering sadness in the room completely melted away. Joanne stepped closer to Billy one last time, gently cupping his jawline. "Thank you for loving me, Billy."

Billy’s expression softened into pure tenderness. "Always will, Jo."

Then, softly, they kissed. It wasn’t a kiss born of passion or desperation. It was a gentle, feather-light brush of the lips. A final, definitive goodbye.

When they pulled away, Joanne smiled through her remaining tears. "Go be happy, rockstar."

"You too, rockstar."

Slowly, Billy's form began to translucent, the light fading from his outline. Spencer quickly reached out, gesturing to the necklace. "Wait—you can keep this. You can still see him sometimes if you want."

Joanne looked at the necklace quietly. Then, with a peaceful smile, she gently closed Spencer's fingers back around the guitar pick.

"No," she said softly. "Today gave me the goodbye I never got." Her voice trembled, but her eyes were clear. "And if I keep seeing him... I don't think I'll ever be able to let him go."

Billy looked shattered by her words, but he understood. Slowly, he nodded his approval.

Joanne stepped back. "Goodbye, Billy."

Billy smiled softly, fading into the ambient light. "See ya around, Jo."

With a final shimmer, he vanished from her sight, leaving only the faint, warm lingering of his presence. Joanne turned her attention to her past lover's new partner.

"Spencer Wright, thank you."

Spencer replied with a respectful nod and a genuine smile.

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Later that night, Spencer sat curled up on the couch inside their apartment. The only illumination in the dark living room came from the bright glow of his laptop screen.

Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.

Billy floated upside-down above the couch cushions, his jacket dangling toward the floor. "Refreshing every three seconds won't make it upload any faster, Spence."

Spencer ignored him, his finger hammering the trackpad. Suddenly, the screen flashed.

[LIVE NOW]

"BILLY, IT'S UP!"

Spencer clicked the video immediately.

Rich, cinematic music filled the apartment. Joanne appeared on screen beneath shimmering rainlights, looking absolutely majestic beneath the neon city glow. Billy dropped down onto the couch, staring quietly at the footage.

"...Whoa," the ghost breathed.

The edits were breathtaking. The lighting, the transitions, the seamless effects—everything flowed perfectly. Spencer sat back, practically radiating pride.

"I DID THAT CAMERA SWEEP," Spencer bragged, pointing eagerly at the screen.

Billy laughed softly, leaning into Spencer's side. "Yeah. You cooked, filmmaker."

Spencer sat there glowing with absolute satisfaction. Then, the playful atmosphere softened as Billy turned his head to look at him.

"Thank you."

Spencer blinked, caught off guard.

"For helping me talk to Joanne," Billy whispered, his voice carrying the weight of a heavy burden finally lifted. "I thought I'd carry that regret forever."

Spencer reached out, gently wrapping his hand around Billy’s cool, translucent fingers. "You don't gotta thank me for that."

"Yeah, I do." Billy smiled softly, a genuine warmth breaking through his usual rockstar bravado. "Nobody's ever done that much for me before."

The room fell quiet, the silence filled only by the rich, melodic sound of Joanne's singing pouring from the laptop speakers. Spencer slowly leaned closer, drawn in by the quiet gravity of the moment. Billy met him halfway.

Their lips touched—softly at first. It was a careful, tender collision of two different worlds, anchored by pure relief. Billy's cold fingers curled gently into the fabric of Spencer's hoodie, seeking an anchor, while Spencer cupped the ghost's cheek, cradling the chill of his skin with a gentle warmth.

"You taste like peanut butter," Billy mumbled against his lips, breaking the tension with a faint smirk.

"You bought me twelve jars, so it was worth it," Spencer laughed softly, the sound muffled as he leaned in to kiss him again.

This time, the kiss deepened. It was longer, slower, and filled with a quiet intensity. Billy rested his hands firmly against Spencer's waist, pulling him just a fraction closer, while Spencer tangled his fingers into the ghost's messy hair. The blue glow of the laptop illuminated their faces, cutting through the dim apartment, while Joanne's voice echoed softly around them—sounding like the ending credits of a beautifully completed story.

Eventually, Billy pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Spencer's.

"One day, you'll become an old man," he whispered.

Spencer blinked, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Wow. Incredibly romantic."

Billy snorted softly, intertwining their fingers and squeezing gently. "I'm serious." His expression softened completely, stripped of all masks. "When that happens... I'll still be here, waiting for you."

Spencer stared at him, the sarcasm draining out of him as he listened.

Billy smiled tenderly, his gaze steady and unwavering. "I'll love you until you become a ghost, too."

Spencer's breath caught in his throat.

"And then, I'll keep loving you for eternity."

For once in his life, Spencer had absolutely nothing witty or sarcastic to say. The sheer weight of Billy's devotion left him completely breathless. So instead of speaking—he simply kissed him again, sealing a promise meant to outlast time itself.

And somewhere in the background, Joanne's song continued playing softly into the night, a beautiful soundtrack to their quiet forever.

Doodles from today :) i wanted to draw billy and spencer as that one mlp meme sooooooo here